Medicine: Tularemia

Autumn had cleared Maine's Moosehead Lake
of its summer visitors and lonely little Kokadjo was lonelier than ever
when Allen Macdougall, 61-year-old trapper, one day noticed a small
infection on his leathery left hand. There had been a few scratches on
it when he skinned some foxes a week or so before, but that seemed
nothing. In his years of trapping he had had hundreds of scratches,
skinned hundreds of foxes. Trapper Macdougall went on following his
lines, coming home at night to sleep alone in his tiny, mud-chinked
hut near the...